agnesdeer: these two ladies
agnesdeer: apple winter warm
agnesdeer: you wave it over a canary cage and you get a bowl of gold-fish
agnesdeer: what about laura
agnesdeer: make a wish on the moon!
agnesdeer: your hand's cold, laura!
agnesdeer: i ate my breakfast before the sun was up
agnesdeer: hello, there, laura
agnesdeer: goodbye, laura
agnesdeer: i am more faithful than i intended to be
agnesdeer: blow out your candles, laura – and so goodbye…
agnesdeer: set adrift on memory bliss
agnesdeer: es el destino quien nos lleva y nos guía, nos separa y nos une a través de la vida
agnesdeer: trying to dull my senses
agnesdeer: bed of prayer